So all checkpoints (like DUI ones) are illegal, huh?

Illegal aliens are not entitled to anything. Particularly not legal help fighting deportation after they have already been convicted of violent crimes.

One? My serving size is about ten. Then there are regrets. Then a couple more until my wife takes them away.

I stepped on a bee once. That was fun.

I will brook no aspersions against Reeses, but will add that Trader Joe’s peanut butter cups are magnificent.

The dumbest nickname: There are people who unironically refer to The Bronx as “The Boogie-Down”. Those people need to shut the fuck up.

there are far too many people that fall into this category, of wanting to keep their job even if the work they’re doing is wrong, unjust, immoral, disgusting and reprehensible.

Objection to checkpoints holds a lot more water than to Voter ID. That is straight-up idiocy. Or just an open admission that some people want the ineligible to vote.

Are DWI checkpoints fascist too?

Hey, maybe if some officer had done a check on a certain tractor-trailer, they wouldn’t have served Baked Mexican at that WalMart parking lot.

So maybe that’s why they stop cars, check them out, talk to the occupants. To see if there is probable cause.

Virtue Signaling at its finest.

Oh my, that’s a fairly relevant detail I may have buried a bit.

Holy shit does the “fun sock” trend need to die. Forget the gym, stop wearing them anywhere! With suits, with dress pants - you look like an ass.

I also border on hyperhydrosis. When I was doing an hour on the treadmill every other morning I ran in boxers, a bandana that I would literally wring out, and one of a handful of Nike sweat-wicking-type shirts I got on clearance at an outlet (they are a comically gaudy green and say “SOCCER” across the front which…

When my mom told me about her cousin’s head-on collision in a van in the mid-60s, where they scraped out what was left of him with a spatula, that pretty much cured me of a desire to drive a cabover.

When I graduated college in ‘88 I went to the dealership fully intending to buy a Fat Boy. Imagine my surprise when I learned all the cool bikes were well over $10K. I went home, took out the classifieds, and bought an old convertible for 1/5 that price. Didn’t have to wear a helmet, didn’t risk death quite as…

I just leave the doors unlocked. And even so, one asshole saw fit to stab the top of my old Ford just for kicks when I had to use it to commute after Hurricane Sandy when it was the only car that had a lot of gas in it.

That car was worth what, $40,000? Proceeds of the average yard sale are about $75. Schmucks.

I have classic insurance. This would not be covered because the policy clearly states the car must be stored in a locked garage overnight. Most have that kind of rule.